Saturday, January 23, 2016

“the truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. to him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that
without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. he must create, must pour out creation. by some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”

it’s the same old deadbeat story: living a life flying drastically below your ultimate. and dammit, this has got to stop.

calm, but anxious. frightened, but eager.
are you with me so far?

this is what it means to be ripe.
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you can only ignore your truth for so long until your defiant actions cripple you and drain you.
and yes, i know this is a sensitive subject for you.

but there's only one way to live the life you've imagined. it's raw and blunt and it goes like this:

put up a fucking fight for what you are, for what you love,for what you want,for why you’re here – and go like hell.

stop whispering empty promises to yourself, and quit filling optimistic conversations with words that are deprived of any real intention. there has never been any time for such pointless rhetoric.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

"what if you woke up one day and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung-out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid?

realizing our balance doesn’t start in our feet but is sustained from our thoughts is how we regain our balance.
and the honesty we muster isn’t just the culmination of words that sound nice on their way out.it’s our acceptance of who we truly are.

the honesty kicks in when you know it's okay to just be and be undone at that.

it's okay to just stop and breathe – to sit in that honest moment for as long as needed – and balance it all out.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

i’ve spent so many quiet moments thinking about the people in my life –

the people that make me grow and make my days here on Earth so rich and fulfilled. i've spent so much time thinking about where they came from, why they’re here, what they bring to me, and what i can offer them.

from this, the idea of a bona fide nation came to fruition:to inspire growth. to help others reach their many peaks. to build a tribe of nothing but positive vibes.. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .the bona fide nation is a pledge to live true to thyself;
a commitment to living unapologetically true to the bona fide human you were made to be.

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they don't make humans like you.so please, don't be like the rest of them, darling.